"mummify" poems
"i don't wanna have to be the one to tell you this,
but you're no foodie; you're just a ******
who's too cowardly to take an honest look at yourself.
It's okay to be whatever you want,
just don't lie to yourself proclaiming to be a foodie
to justify late-night trips to Jack in the Box four days a week,
or eating a whole jar of Tostitos 'Salsa con Queso' every two days.
Are you trying to mummify yourself with all those preservatives?
Y'know,
just because you blow most of your paychecks
on gasoline, **** food and overpriced coffee
pulled to the most pretentious of standards
doesn't at all begin to mean that you've got any class, taste, or style,
let alone that you're a foodie.
At least recycle all the paper products your pseudofood comes in.
Moreover, your thighs aren't ******* gluten,
they're all that other junk you eat habitually
while watching your oh-so-edified selection of films
before sleeping it off until 3 in the afternoon.
No wonder you're so full of ****
you are what you eat, I suppose.
Pull your head on out your ***
All that fat and cholesterol isn't for the faint of heart."
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Friends become strangers as fast as I was forgotten
beneath the quick pale of the moon.
Seemingly fleeting and self destructive, but really
just sad and lonely and broken from the past.
For a few months there I couldn't get out of bed.
I wrapped myself in blankets like I wanted to mummify myself.
Like I was already dead, and maybe I actually was.
I was foolishly waiting for someone to ask me if I was okay.
I was foolishly waiting to be missed.
But the girl who blends in with the night is never noticed by anything
but the quick pale of the moon.
And soon, painfully, forgetfully, I disappear.
Oblivion greets me like an old friend and I have no choice
but to smile and wave back, before taking its hand
and walking down the path of insanity.
I just wanted someone to save me.
But I don't know what they'd be saving me from.
Maybe myself.
Maybe the past.
But more likely, every bit of hurt that stains my soul
quite similarly to the way you stained my good blouse with your tears.
I didn't even mind, until I saw you across the street and you looked at me
like I was a stranger.
It's just me, the moon and everything else that shines in the night.
I'm wearing a sign that says save me.
And I was foolish to think that you might.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
Never mind
the boy
who's got his
head
in the clouds.
Just...
wrap up his
remains
and
bury him
in
shrouds.
He hopes
to be
missed
by
more than
just
a
few.
More
importantly
he'd like
to be
missed...
Just
by
you.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
My head is over swelling, my heart is overwhelming, i've been trying to deal with this fear but no promises are forthcoming. Abused intentions create these walls you have put up around me, tortured ambitions mummify the air that surrounds me, cremated passion falls from above like black rain making it hard to see, dreams are projected from my obsidian eyes onto a silver screen woven from a life of lies. Truth only hurts when you become afraid of the pain, learn to overcome this this hurt and you'll just have to suffer with the shame. In these last moments I have no one to blame and everything is well in my head as i prepare to take aim, a clock on the wall counts down to the twilight while I inhale the last cold breath of the night, peace is all i hope to gain so i pull the trigger and the last things i hear are sounds of thick pounding rain.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
Your words,
like silken tendrils,
crept along my skin,
Passing shivers flared,
Brushed off
with an uneasy smile,
Now these diaphanous strands
threaten to mummify,
Encase me in a cocoon
of slights,
sarcasm,
and casual cruelty,
Liquifying my insides
to better feed you,
Bloat your predatory emptiness
with my life-force,
Your clacking mouthparts sharpen,
As does my resolve,
My innards are not for your
slurping,
Skitter back to your shadowy lair,
This corpse will not play,
I rise, awakened,
The sun waits for me.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Bury me alive
In the tomb that I created
Jaded, complacent, frustrated
Substances left my mind
Completely vacant
Mummify my corpse
Lay it with my mistakes
Confined under infinite sand
In a desert that forsakes
Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 12:09 AM UTC
Cerulean sheets
Mummify the memory of your eyes roaming down to catch mine.
Light oak rings dotted black with the door to your soul
What did you see?
Ghosts of those days linger in this house
And I don’t profess to be a medium
But I swear at night I can hear them
Faint footsteps passing quietly back and forth between our doors
Confused
And questioning our distance.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
I dream of you..
My flawless Apollo
Unable to fathom
Yet easy to follow
In the darkness
I can't tell the King from a pawn
But with the death of a god
Came the first golden dawn
In a permanent sleep
I'm impaled to the bed
The most beautiful dagger
Stabbed me right through the head
Though I'm happy for that
'Cause I think with my heart
Death is but the beginning
When you play with the arts
I untangle the sword
To push you off of me
Could Romeo & Juliette
Still love with a lobotomy?
The answer is yes
I yank the sword from your chest
Then I mummify your body
And cover you in amulets
From the Book of the Dead
I recite you a prayer
"Your heart is mine
And it is at rest there."
I lye down beside you
Re-bludgeon myself
From zombie to angel
Into Heaven from Hell
Corpses in a pyramid
What perfect symmetry
Death is short
But love is for eternity
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
espy me now,
vivify me now,
beautify me now,
satisfy me now,
gratify me now,
tumefy me now,
mollify me now,
clarify me now,
classify me now,
sanctify me now,
immortalize me now,
deify me now,
rubify me now,
crucify me now,
mummify me now,
reify me now,
codify me now,
ratify me now,
glorify me now,
magnify me now,
mystify me now,
minify me now,
justify me now,
stultify me now,
stupefy me now,
falsify me now,
nullify me now,
villify me now,
vitrify me now,
calcify me now,
ossify me now,
fossilize me,
forget me
and
walk away.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
Wake me up from the nightmares of my sleep..
Illusions of vehemence and intrusion..
Help me to face up to the reality..
To forbid the pain that I'm suffering..
She was an innocent damsel..
A by-standing suffragette..
An angel caught up in a daze..
She fell into his eyes..
Enraptured and hypnotized..
She pranced into his jive..
She was my sunshine,the brightest spark..
Young enough to know the road she had chosen..
He grasp her hand and led her to the pitch-dark..
He toyed around with her emotions..
He entrapped her virtue and purity..
Offered no recompense nor sanity..
Left her feeling tarnish and fouled..
Built up pains from the inside..
Hide all the tears she cried..
Away from this world..
I just want to have her held to make things alright..
To mummify the distress of bad memories..
To give her the comfort she needs to get..
To help her pull through all the misery..
If I could just take away the torment ..
To just take away the shame for a moment..
Casting its shadow in her heart..
Creating the crystal tears..
It hurts me to see her fear..
It hurts me to see her cry so hard..
My adored priceless belle,I'll always be here..
When you need a shoulder to cry on..
When life's an illusion within a blank stare..
And memories can't be relied on..
I'll open my arms to embrace you..
To share with you all the pain..
I'll cry the same tears from my eyes..
I'll renew your innocence..
Cleanse out your inner sense..
I will return your smile..
Let out the anger that's built up inside..
Let your instincts go on the rampage..
Scream at the rain, scream into the night..
Scream out the emotional wreckage..
Then roar your triumph..
At the unapologetic and unsympathetic world..
Unwise to the heartache you've been through..
They may not know your pain..
But of course I do..
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
and I'm right on the top
bang
Going to write my ****** scene
No spelling errors
No cusps of cuts of typos
Lipo of an essay
I'm going to take a textbook bullet
and **blow my ******* brains out**
Vowels and consonants splattering on the wall
Every ball of ******* up scribbles that
just missed the bin
are going to rise up, like ghosts, and mummify me
within their subtext of muffled screams
It's going to be fantastic
I'm going to drown my calculator in my dreams
Quietly muttering 3s and x's
Asking it if it can guess Y while I press it's buttons
like it happily pressed mine
Sadistic
Sarcastic
Fantastic-fucking-tastic
Die
Insuperiority complex
Die
Wish to please
Die
The tease of the good mark that won't give out
Die
muffled shout
Bang
Top of the hit list, let's blow my ******* brains out.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Smoke exits as the door swings open,
banging on a wall, tipping the trash can.
The cloud floats up towards the sky
to meet with the horizon
adding white to the crimson tinted sun.
Photogenic teens all group together
to take a 'selfie' with the horizon.
By their feet sits tall boys
of cheap malt liquor.
They cheer,
they shout
proclaiming that this is their one and only life,
the world's ****** up so it's best to be the same.
A short **** and a busted contraceptive.
In nine months comes another ******* child
born to wander in search of a dream
that will never be seen.
Rain falls but never to the container
we become thirsty sipping
on coronas with moldy limes.
Pressing the salt to the wound
to mummify a scar to present
to the thrill seekers.
All the while a fiend lays in some dank alley way
with pin pricked veins.
Talking philosophy with
another homeless man who cannot read.
"We need another dollar, we need change"
but the right change is not found in the pocket,
it's not found in a bank.
The right change cannot manifest in green paper,
it comes inside the hearts and minds
of men, women, and children
who live for later
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
From a box
I'm cut up so agreeable
Under the heat lamp
I mummify
**** me through a straw
Coming up
Building monumental failures
I dissipate
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC
April showers
bring with them atomic flowers,
strewn about Elena’s hair,
her forest painted
the colors of Red Square.
Children play in the fun zone
where radiation particles
are active and windblown,
forming flakes on rosy cheeks,
floating down toxic creeks.
The smell of graphite burning in a kiln
makes the nostrils flare,
what’s this metallic taste in the air?
Clouds drift over weddings
and Ferris wheels,
rain falls black and surreal.
Mother goes about her routine
humming dirges like a godless fiend.
36 hours to figure the science,
past time to evacuate
a city in brisk silence.
Brides scream and children cry,
from the fall-out they mummify.
Pripyat’s dying metropolis
they euthanize and lay to rest
in a sarcophagus.
And atop her shallow grave,
deep within the exclusion zone,
sit the sickened stems
and decaying fragrance
of nuclear flora over bone.
Here in the jackal's sanctum,
a capsule car on the lifeless
pleasure wheel
swings like a pendulum,
over a wooded lot with not a soul in sight,
only fresh morbid blooms
that glow in the night.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
I wonder if there’s a place
Where the old gods go to die,
Those who’ve passed from memory
Or stayed long past their prime
In some graven crypt
Do they linger there to keep
Company to the Nameless Ones
Who’ve long since been asleep?
Do they crumble into dust?
Or crystallize in stone?
Or follow us mere mortals,
Flesh dripping from the bone?
Every god will see a day
When no one knows their face-
They’re all-to-soon forgotten
And another takes their place
Does Anubis wait alone
In some dank embalming room
With no one left to mummify
And too many empty tombs?
Or Odin sit upon his throne
No more warriors to call,
No one left to drink his mead
Or fill Valhalla’s halls?
And what of all the other gods
For whom prayer comes no more?
How long until they turn to dust
And cede the earthly floor
To the new gods seeking power,
Though in their infancy-
Of Machine and Spark and Wire,
Of Information, Electricity-
Even Jehovah one day too,
Will be a relic in the past
As Christians forsake their Christ
And praise the Almighty Flow of Cash
The time has passed for blood and bone
And of sacrificial days-
Technology now takes its place
To send the old ones to their graves.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
Exalted by grand design,
Smooth effervescent wine,
Wash me and age my skin,
Don't torment me from within,
Don't ferment my dying sin,
Just mummify my yesterday,
So in the bask of tomorrow,
I may look upon it, with sorrow,
Bury my iniquities with the drugs,
Make the ground high,
And I upon it fly,
Looking down only to say,
"Goodbye."
To a world, since flooding,
Dry.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
Gradually I'm losing interest,
Negotiating and bargaining
has ****** the energy out of me,
Every one of my reasons
has been worn out,
And the wind's wrath
has taken everything in its path,
What is left is lost
under masses of dust,
Excuses why the world
is on autopilot,
And we should sit back
And watch it burn,
Because it will burn
Whether we want it to or not,
My mind asks questions,
And what I'm met with
are not answers,
are not reasons,
I'm only met with white noise,
The sound of walking feet,
The sound of closing doors,
The sound of an empty well,
The wheels rolling,
And people sleeping and waking,
As if we're meant to learn
how to walk on this thin rope,
And never do more than breathe,
How am I supposed to sit down,
and persuade myself
that tomorrow I will try again,
I tried yesterday,
And I tried today,
But I'll always be painted
pink
and submission
in their eyes,
And I'll always be painted
"third world"
And "underdeveloped"
To the passerbys,
And sadly every color of those
is permanent.
I may not be the only one
with a breath left,
But the others who gave up
on their lungs years ago,
They're trying to mute
our sound of breathing,
To fill our lungs with soot,
To mummify our sense of being,
To push us under the wings
of what is morally accepted,
The morals that are trending this year.
And I know it,
That eventually we will recede,
Just like history tells,
And just like I am about to
bow down and look at my feet,
And brush another crude comment
under the carpet.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC
I dream of you...
My flawless Apollo
Unable to fathom
Yet easy to follow
In the darkness
I can't tell the King from a pawn
But with the death of a god
Came the first Golden Dawn
In a permanent sleep
I'm impaled to the bed
The most beautiful dagger
Stabbed me right through the head
Though I'm happy for that
'Cause I think with my heart
Death is but the beginning
When you play with the arts
I untangle the sword
To push you off of me
Could Romeo & Juliette
Still love with a lobotomy?
The answer is yes
I yank the sword from your chest
Then mummify your body
And cover you in amulets
From the Book of the Dead
I recite you a prayer
"Your heart is mine
And it is at rest there."
I lye down beside you
Re-bludgeon myself
From zombie to angel
Into Heaven from Hell
Corpses in a pyramid
What perfect symmetry
Death is short
But love is for eternity
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 6:40 PM UTC